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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
sadly falando
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
apenas agora
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
sob a lua da colheita
deus
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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